Passionate, empathetic, quirky. I write and sing music inspired by surviving addiction. I love Bob Seger & Tupac. I appreciate authenticity & kindness. I am intense. My Dad died from Alzheimer's, and it changed my heart.
Driver, William III age 68, passed away from complications of Alzheimer's on Friday, August 7, 2020. Preceded in death by his father. Survived by his loving and devoted wife, children, mother, brothers, many nieces, nephews, cousins and dear friends. Bill was born March 3, 1952. He enjoyed golfing, vacations, time with family and friends. He will be remembered for his sense of humor and outgoing personality.
How to make top story on Vocal
I've been on Vocal for a few months now. I have poured my heart and soul into my poems and writing challenges. I have not been top story, (and that's not the reason I write), but I have a really good feeling this submission is the one to make it. *crossah da fingahs*
I was 10 years old when my Uncle Mark sat me on his lap, grabbed his wallet from his jacket pocket, and handed me an old photo. Mark and the woman in the picture sat with their arms around each other, and my Uncle had a look on his face that I have never seen before; it was pure love. I watched my Uncle slowly stroke his thumb over the tattered picture as a single tear fell from his eye. He quickly wiped it away said:
Treasure or Terror?
Hi, my name is Mary, and I am a thrift-shop-aholic. This was not supposed to happen today. This lamp was not supposed to be sitting in my room, but it is. These little creepy lamp kids were not supposed to be staring at me, but they are. Am I mad about it? Not at all. Will I regret it if they stab me with their whittled little arms in the middle of the night? Most likely, yes, but that's ok!